Oh, Chex of Wheat. Oh, blessed Chex.
Oh, Atkins-shunned bowl of rapture.
Thy carbs are complex. Thy fiber, divine.
My tummy is full of your whole-grain goodness.
Like tiny, caramel-colored, corduroy, throw pillows
Lost in a sea of regret and skim milk.
I add two teaspoons of sugar.
It forms a sludge on the bottom.
While I eat, I read the box.
“CONTAINS WHEAT INGREDIENTS.”
So do I, my friend.
So do I.